a circle, sans intent - pipTalk Forums

How to Join	Member's Area	Private Library	Search	Sanctuary		Login
Main Forums	Discussion	Tech Talk	Mature Content	Archives	A home without a wall, Our haven without ends, A circle we all call Our Family of Friends!

Lady Goodman
Member

since 2012-10-04

Posts 193

0 posted 2012-10-21 09:24 PM

Untoward, trip softly dread
places dreamt, awake and fed
as pablum to a deity
newly born dependently
a fresh fierce will's complacency
in nurture by a mother's breast
his fluke, by birth, a victory

delusion's rationale--hell-bent
"Order, Order!" gaveling
compliant to the pulse of blood
corrupted by faux innocence
born to sin but heaven sent
Blue blooded veins, and fragile whim
of parchment which must serve, begins
an evolution's dynasty:
to end is to begin again...

"Untoward trip softly dread."

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

1 posted 2012-10-21 09:45 PM

quote:
"Untoward trip softly dread."

Although I am into the nightly bottle of cheap California burgundy, I am happy I got to read this before I go to bed, Lady Goodman. Don't know what to call you anymore since you changed your name. If you changed it to Lady Goodman, I guess Lady will suffice.

Ah, there is some usage about mother's milk and whether it comes from the blue bloods, or the trash who cleans their St. Charles mansions. Point is, we all pretty much come to terms with who we are eventually. As my quote emphasized, climb the stairs softly for when you arrive where you thought you wanted to go, it isn't there anymore.

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~

Lady Goodman
Member

since 2012-10-04

Posts 193

2 posted 2012-10-21 09:52 PM

Your reply made me smile. Thank you Jer. My gratitude!

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

3 posted 2012-10-22 04:39 AM

Beautiful, enigmatic, perhaps a father and son thing, but no matter what, your poem is pulsing with poetry in its veins, as always, Karen. This held me in its grip whether I am faintly on track as to its meaning or not and THAT'S what makes poetry, poetry. Smiles.

Owl
PS I still save your work in my Serenity Blaze folder - can't get used to your new name.

r v wooo
Senior Member

since 2007-08-07

Posts 656

4 posted 2012-10-22 12:29 PM

The poem takes on several meanings to me...I am confused...help me read between the lines. I keep reading the poem over and over and going deeper and deeper into self. I can't seem to find the bottom.

Lady Goodman
Member

since 2012-10-04

Posts 193

5 posted 2012-10-22 03:13 PM

Thanks for reading, and I generally don't mind citing my inspiration, but I have found that when I do, I sometimes ruin it for others.

So thanks for reading, and rv--the point is rather to underscore that we find meaning and intent where we choose to do so.

But I WILL add that this was inspired by my butting into a thrift store conversation, and I was eavesdropping as is my bad habit.

A lady was complaining about a "vicious cycle" and I asked her if she thought that cycles had intent...um, she moved her cart away from me.

That happens to me alot, so I appreciate very
much you all dropping in to to speculate. And it's not so much a riddle as a juxtaposition of opposite positions of human perception.

I've been reading, perhaps too much?

Thanks again, all.

	⇧ top of page ⇧
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format.